"Ahem."
To say a word would take me a long time to cough, and after I finished coughing, I would lean on the bed and gasp for air. The prime minister who used to be so glorious and high-spirited could be so miserable on his deathbed, and I could only lament that fate has tricked people. .
"Dad, don't say such depressing words, Tan... Doctor Tan, please take a look at it."
After all, no matter what Xia Zhao did, he was still his biological father, and Xia Zhao had never treated him harshly. How could Xia Lingfu not be worried about Xia Zhao's health? He would even call Xia Tan'er in fear. Even his voice couldn't help but tremble at that time. He was really afraid that Xia Zhao would pass away all at once.
"Um."
Xia Tan'er was no longer the original owner. Facing Xia Zhao's pitiful situation, she only felt that it was his own fault. Therefore, even though her body trembled involuntarily because of the little blood relationship, she did not feel any sympathy. .
Xia Tan'er sat down on a low stool and opened the smart medical bag to check Xia Zhao's body by taking her pulse.
After a while, Xia Tan'er frowned.
Seeing Xia Tan'er's expression, Xia Lingzhu hurriedly asked.
"Doctor Tan, how is my father?"
Xia Tan'er did not respond, but couldn't help but think about how the imperial doctors diagnosed Xia Zhao. Her smart medical bag scanned Xia Zhao's body and found that Xia Zhao's organs were healthy. There's nothing wrong with him, he's just too thin to eat.
"Is it because of diabetes? But shouldn't diabetes be able to eat well? It's not like this. It's not hyperthyroidism. It doesn't look like hyperthyroidism."
After thinking about it, there was only one possibility, that is, Xia Zhao deliberately starved himself thin and pretended to be sick. Could it be that he wanted to use this to let Xia Lingzhu go home often to see him and provide for him in his old age? Thinking of the quarrel between the two people before, the more Xia Tan'er thought about it, the more likely this was.
Seeing Xia Tan'er retracting her hand to take the pulse, Xia Lingfu continued to ask, but Xia Zhao acted like a normal person and did not expect the result of Xia Tan'er's diagnosis at all.
Xia Tan'er glanced at Xia Zhao and then looked at Xia Lingfu.
"Master Xia, this disease can still be cured."
"Is there any help? How to save it? Doctor Tan, please tell me."
"Go find the urine of a three-year-old child and make it into a medicine. Add Ye Ming Sha Ren Zhong Huang and boil it in water. Boil it into a bowl and drink it. The medicine will ensure that the disease is cured."
"Is this... really possible?"
Xia Lingfu even suspected for a moment that Xia Tan'er deliberately punished Xia Zhao. It was just a child's pee, and the night sand was bat feces, and the yellow in the human body was even more disgusting. The licorice was made into powder and placed in a bamboo tube. In the manure pit, it can only be taken out after it is soaked. You can imagine how unpleasant these medicines are.
"What, you don't believe in my medical skills?"
"But Divine Doctor Tan..."
Xia Lingfu glanced at Xia Zhao and hurriedly pulled Xia Tan'er to a corner.
"But Tan'er, when you usually treat others, don't you always take out bottles and jars of medicine and prick them with needles? Why would you use such medicine to treat people today?"
After all, Xia Lingfu was also a young minister of Dali Temple. He knew a little bit about medicinal materials, and he had also seen Xia Tan'er heal others, so he was inevitably doubtful.
"Do you want to take this opportunity to retaliate against dad? But dad is already critically ill. It is best to treat him kindly when he is about to die."
Xia Tan'er couldn't help but give Xia Lingfu a blank look.
"It turns out that in Mr. Xia's mind, I am someone who is waiting for opportunities to take revenge."
Xia Lingfu did have the thought of being angry in his heart. It could be seen that Xia Tan'er looked at him with such indifferent eyes. Xia Lingfu was so flustered that he quickly denied it.
"No... Tan'er, brother, that's not what I meant."
"What a coincidence, I am such a person. The Prime Minister is not ill. He just wants to use a bitter trick to arouse your sympathy. I have prescribed the medicine. It is up to you whether to use it or not. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
